Running against time...

Have just received a letter from my 10 yr ole. Since her birthday was unortunately between her school exams, we were not able to visit her at the boarding school. She writes "looking forward to seeing you all & my
decorated house" err..did she write "decorated"?

For those of you who do not know, this is her majesty's ways of conveying the list of "things to do" before she arrives for a short 10 day visit for Diwali.

It's 23rd October, have such a lot to finish at work & yet I fleetingly fret in small intervals about her "decorated house wish"...I'm running against time.

As I hurriedly approach my car, am disgusted at the numerous bird droppings decorating the car's windscreen. Agghh...I cannot drive around with this filth staring at my face & yet I do nothing about it as she's on her way, on the outskirts of the city...I'm running against time.

I speed off screechingly, leaving behind a trail of bewildered & angry drivers. I zig zag, breaking all rules of sanity, driven by the thought...gawd...I'm running against time.

The traffic signals...this is torture personified. She calls "maaa...have you reached home yet? I want you to welcome me when I arrive". I mumble about being there in a minute.

Driving recklessly, I spot the hot hunk, the newest addition in Bollywood..wow ! he looks dishy ! I want to oogle but hey !!! I'm running against time.

I race up the driveway, fumbling for my keys, trying to get a hundred things done at once coz...I'm running out of time.

I jump, I hang, I stretch, I climb, I slip in a frenzy to decorate the house as she wished in her letter. Everything in place at the nth hour, I quickly decend from my apartment feigning a composed look, looking for the car to
appear from around the corner.

There they come, honking noisily, she looks in anticipation & has a smug grin sure that her mum has done it all...she alights & hugs me...ouch..my back hurts...but hey..who cares.

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